The Divine Wisdom of 10

His wife points at Ferruh with the pistol.

So you spent most of our money with that whore, supposedly the wife of this creep, in Kempinski Hotels?

I swear to you...

She fires twice. Neither you have, nor Ferruh has imagined this. Panic. Seagulls escape from the balcony, causing a thunderstorm. But it is totally unnecessary to express how the woman has misfired. No one can be expected to score very high, during her first shooting session. One of the bullets drills a hole on the kitsch vase of already rotten flowers and God knows the other finds its way in which part of the wall. The sound? Such noises are perceived as fireworks by some of those neighbours or to others, they denote an additional score of the national soccer team. Foreign countries, are but some remote and evil enemies to be beaten in soccer, are they not? Such a natural event in Istanbul as a summary, and no one gives a damn.

Sentimental Ferruh immediately jumps up and now stands next to his wife, bending down to caress her dark hair. Since the weeping woman has thrown herself on the floor, Ferruh is having a difficult time while performing. The water in the vase has wetted the floor.

In your corner where you hide, you are analysing the last words of that mad woman in your mind. "Whoever says this continuously sexed-up maniac Ferruh has slept with my wife?"

Final act. The morning calls of tens of different muezzins on the back vocals and the soloist of the closest mosque. A chorus whose members are independently performing from each other. What they call speech freedom in Europe, should be something like this. It is wonderful that during the prayer time, such a happiness scene takes place at Ferruh's place: ten years' worth of rivalries are overcome in ten minutes. All of you are embracing each other, a friendly and happy atmosphere. You must have taken all she has said, as bullshit. "Usual jealousies of every hysterical women." Ferruh, though cannot understand what exactly happens, is able to remember he really has attempted to kill you. Deciding to solve the dilemma later, he smiles. Although he is still puzzled with his wife's presence at home, given the situation, he implements the only strategy that would work: saying everything is alright. The most usual path of all married people, as everybody knows.

Friends apologise, lots of compliments. You speak to Ferruh's wife, with a cute and joyful voice:

How we were scared! So funny...

Ferruh looks as happy as you look and gives an end:

Let's forget these stupidities and embrace each other.

Friends re-embrace with fraternity and amity. Ferruh is unaware of your dirty, hairy and sweaty hand under the shirt of his wife, caressing her meat hungrily. Perhaps he pretends unawareness. But that feeling of stone hard softness increases your breathing. Barters of various sorts, are sometimes very helpful for all families and households.

And now, the Divine Wisdom of ten.

Forgetting the rest, even Zehra's poisoned corpse found in a crummy hotel's room at 10.00 p.m. -ten days after that long night at Ferruh's place- is solely not enough evidence to this miracle? The reception guys have contradictory testimonies: according to the half blind one's description, Zehra entered the hotel with a guy resembling Ferruh and the other primary school graduate idiot defines the man beside her, just like your figure. The police are not inclined to waste time on an investigation of some immoral woman's deserved death, based on the information provided by some down-and-outs, only to result in disturbing some honourable people. One last bit of advice: your tenth marriage anniversary approaches, beware of Ferruh during your celebration party. He just called your wife's cellular phone, (the second one, which you have not ever seen) ten minutes ago, at 0.10 midnight, while you have been taking a shower upon your arrival from God knows where.